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April is Autumn for us

I hear birds singing.
Find a rising elemental image here for me.
So open up my heart,
inside is dust from distant stars just faintly glowing.

It's Autumn here now.
The fallen leaves lay sadly, colours fade, decaying.
The festive sense is gone,
except for bird song, lovely, playful, rain rejoicing.

Season atrophies,
I wonder as my own year looms will Autumn fade me.
It's getting very cold
The rain is sweet, but melancholy, the earth so dry

Crow calls stab at peace.
Harsh, their accusations to the morning chill and gloom,
yet raindrops sparkle still,
little spells of hope and promise, sympathetic glow.

I crave a creek bed,
to follow rounded stones that glisten brighter with rain.
Birthday gifts indeed, these.
Time alone with nature's sadder season brings respite


— Cloudthings, Apr 28, 2009

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About the Author

Region, Country: Australia, regional Victoria, AUS

Favorite Poets: So many... Rumi, Spike Milligan, Keats. Many of the Neopoet clan, past & present. A myriad of song writers, Dylan, Jackson Browne, Lior, & I must add the poetic influence of painters, sculptors & creators across the world... Life really, especially the sky.

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orgami

17 years 1 month ago

creeek bed

the lake is open her dark wing of sky brooding the fire of suns glittering like the grainy fragments of icarus feathers waxy idealims drift like stars upon the gamut of ponder I am afraid to look upon her to see my narcisstic eyes faded with taute self wrapped up in my own question the prisoner within the maze the Minatour slain what am I to do I am lost now the string cut in battle its pleasant here in the echo the cool dampness of the walls darkness like blindness peaceful no rain shall fall here in the underworld I too wish for creekbeds and rounded stones smooth with laughter weighted with love the shards of pain lusting and drawing bright hot blood the lance of love bursting I want to fall gathered forgotten in this dry realm I want to hear the angels sing before the door closes
Cloudthings

Cloudthings

17 years 1 month ago

... where you touch the ink, it bleeds in perfect syllables

Orgami, this is so perfectly beautiful, blessed am I. You walk, dagger tip toed across the page. Where you touch the ink, it bleeds in perfect syllables You glide, Icyrus indeed, unheedful of the hot proximity, & fall, an almost welcomed plummet. Is it your preference this fallen state, my friend? You are the paradox of preceision & chaos. I feel for you. That’s me there in that echo, across a myriad of terrain & ocean. & know that you are cradled anyway, my conscience lost along the way. We never lose in truth, our loss is always gain, we take diamonds from the pain, & let this Autumn rain wash us to our freedom. Thank you for your beautiful gift of words here… so completely outshining the original write, I just have to laugh!! & form more rounded stones for pleasure, weighted down, as you say, with love… How wonderful!!! Thank you, thank you x Anni ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ "...We ask ourselves, who am I to be brilliant, gorgeous, talented, and fabulous? Actually, who are you not to be? ... Your playing small doesn't serve the world..."
Jonathan Moore

Jonathan Moore

17 years 1 month ago

"challenged me."

Hot and damn! As I tell the people in my martial arts classes, "If it were easy, I'd be doing it!" Glad to see you both rise to the challenge and pick a form in which you do not normally write. As a suggestion I would like you to review one (1) word in stanza two (2) line (2): It’s Autumn here now the leaves[, they] lay more sadly, colours faded at rest the festive sense is gone except for bird song, lovely, playful, rain rejoicing To remove the second "now" Just my scanning, of course, your choice on structure and presentation. --Jonathan Annoying the world, one person at a time (Group discounts available)
Cloudthings

Cloudthings

17 years 1 month ago

Thanks Jonathon crit me any time!

Ah you are so right to catch this thank you. It was one of the lines that kept insisting on rhyming so I changed it, that's when the 2nd now snuck in, so I read it out of context & didn't notice so much... naughty slack editing! Thanks again Jonathon crit me any time! Anni ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ "...We ask ourselves, who am I to be brilliant, gorgeous, talented, and fabulous? Actually, who are you not to be? ... Your playing small doesn't serve the world..."
Jonathan Moore

Jonathan Moore

17 years 1 month ago

Well done

Not only for writing out of your comfort zone but for reviewing commentary and finding a path not defined. An honest critic could not ask for anything better than to inspire. --Jonathan Annoying the world, one person at a time (Group discounts available)
Cloudthings

Cloudthings

17 years 1 month ago

I DO apreciate these critiques, I will never cease feeling there

Thanks Jonathon, am home sick & a little miserable as a result blehhhch... but this brightened my day ta. I DO apreciate these critiques, I will never cease feeling there is probably a better way to be, or a better write than I have managed... not to say I am not occassionally happy with my writes. Anni ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ "...We ask ourselves, who am I to be brilliant, gorgeous, talented, and fabulous? Actually, who are you not to be? ... Your playing small doesn't serve the world..."
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Lonnie

17 years 1 month ago

Simply Beautiful, Anni!

Your language use is only slightly beaten out by your lovely imagery! I never thought about how the months are different in Australia's Seasons and your wonderful poem explained it perfectly! Kudos!
Cloudthings

Cloudthings

17 years 1 month ago

I notice we tend to write our seasonal conditions into our poems

Hey thanks Lonnie, yes, I've never been so aware of it than since joining Neo, it is everywhere, we tend to write our seasonal conditions into our poems, & ours are the oposite of course. I wonder what you mean by the language being slightly beaten out ... I get an image of a panel beater...(do you have them there? the folk who beat the dents out of cars & make them smooth again?). I feel mightily complimented anyway since I always hope to portrey lovely imagery. Thank you. I am jut reminded of a beautiful (relavant) song by one of my favourite writers David Wilcox: ALMOST TIME by David Wilcox Just across the sea on this world so round - the sun's shining hot right now. And even though the winter still surrounds this town - I can still feel that sun somehow. When I know that my sun will shine just as sure as this world can spin, I can hold on fine, cause it almost time, for that sun to come 'round again. So I'll walk beside the sea on this frozen ground – where there once was a warm weather crowd. Even though that summer's been a long time gone,- I can still feel that sun somehow. when your love grows cold & your heart grows dark - & the blame seems to fall on you. Well look how seasons must change & don't think it so strange - that your love goes in circles too. And just know that your sun will shine just as sure as this world can spin, and I know you'll find, that it's almost time, for that love to come 'round again. We can hold on fine, cause it almost time, for that love to come 'round again. Cheers Lonnie & thanks Anni ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ "...We ask ourselves, who am I to be brilliant, gorgeous, talented, and fabulous? Actually, who are you not to be? ... Your playing small doesn't serve the world..."
professor

professor

17 years 1 month ago

Hi Anni

this is pretty good for a style that is not one you normally use. For me i think the result of you being unable to use rhyme makes is come across a little as a string of stocatto thoughts and images and i suppose i was hoping more for a more mellifluous portrayal of autumn which would have needed more lines running into one another and more extended imagery. But thats just me. As for some specifics I had a little trouble with the use of morphing, i guess because it is somewhat technical even though its usage is entirely appropriate. I also found the colloquialism of "Oh no, not the crows" rather detracted from the overall seriousness of your poem. Perhaps something like "Crow-shrieks skewer thought" Loved the second verse in particular, especially "rain rejoicing". BW Keith
Cloudthings

Cloudthings

17 years 1 month ago

Wow, what a deliciously precise critique...

Wow, what a deliciously precise critique... mmm parading that beautiful mind again Prof, yes, I completely agree with all of this, I was very slack with this write... maybe I should do that more often, I quite enjoy this critique scenario (good lord, does that mean I want to be more of an attention seeker?! eek!). I LOVE the line you have fed me here & I have this terrible ego thing where I am so very averse to copying or taking lines from anyone else, I guess now could be the time to challenge myself on this issue, such a wonderful line. Ah but my head is already creating new ones in resistance, sigh... but just for the record, I don't think the line was Oh no not the crows.. more like Oh now the crow call or something, but clearly it came to you more crassly & must be changed. Yes, I knew someone would have trouble with "morphing", I changed a few words around, it was originally fading I think, but there were too many refs to fading, I will have a think. As for "a more mellifluous portrayal of autumn" sorry it didn't come through for you, I think you might need to educate me as to how that would look? Though for you it will be spring, & this end of spring is so much prettier than this end of Autumn... Now my head is pounding again & I think the screen is making it worse so I am off to see if I can keep the chemicals down this time so I get a little relief (I used to be so opposed to putting any chemicals into my system, but this is so unpleasant & life is so short to feel so yucky... not ver mellifluous sorry!). Thanks for your time & effort. Best warthogs Anni ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ "...We ask ourselves, who am I to be brilliant, gorgeous, talented, and fabulous? Actually, who are you not to be? ... Your playing small doesn't serve the world..."
Cloudthings

Cloudthings

17 years 1 month ago

Prof. I played with the little dells in the poem, feels patched

So I have played with these little dells in the poem, feels like it is full of patches now the poor thing, well hopefully it wil read better. I wonder still what it was you would have liked "less staccato"? Might have required a different rhythm. For you an autumn bouquet a flamming palm of leaves burgundy & saffron & pale lemon gathered from the ditherers the leaves that clung til last & shyly offered up their final glory From my view across the valley the evergreens sit tight laced with burning traces of the European plants ... no it is still too choppy... more like?: Pull these colours from me Autumn mystery let this final falling seek the ground Shroud the misty bareness awkward branches reaching blind into the whiter clouded sky Follow secret winding pathways where wind has chased the leaves bringing to a close the season's play Kiss me gently in farewell tucked in for winter I will watch you through the cold & incubate ... sweetness for a warmer season Lovely Spring so far from me Yes, it has more flow. I am so used to writing songs, it is never as easy to write without rhyme if there is a structured rhythm. Anyway I hope I was getting closer. Best ones Anni ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ "...We ask ourselves, who am I to be brilliant, gorgeous, talented, and fabulous? Actually, who are you not to be? ... Your playing small doesn't serve the world..."
Nordic cloud

Nordic cloud

17 years 1 month ago

The little polished stones are you birthday present

From the elements as they honour you, you, who weave their descriptions into webs of gossamer on the dawn Autumn mornings, send our spirits through the melancholy of autumn and find in its inner soul a fire burning bright enough to make the stones shine their dreams up to you and reflecting give you the grace and style of the most beautiful poetry, all nature sings your birthday songs with joy and gives them their stars forever to travel back and forth among your words and songs to delight the whole world. Thank you for being dear Anni from Ann Harsh, their accusations to the morning cold and gloom, ( morningS ?) its cold?
Cloudthings

Cloudthings

17 years 1 month ago

Yes will go bush & find some smooth rocks before Friday xxx

Ah my beloved Ann I am moving into the cold, you are moving out of, & it makes me happy that you described it so beautifully, in such a myriad of ways, that once winter hits the very weather will bring you to me in mind through your wonderful musing dear woman. & yes, I AM going to make some time to go into the bush & find some lovely small rocks & they will be my connection with my lovely Ann on my special day, since I would so love to be celebrating with you dear one. & I am going to print out this lovely write above & put it up with my birthday cards & wishes because, my dear friend, I wonder if you know how precious you are to me?! Well my Neo forest nymph, my Daphne. You say the sweetest things. Now... to serrrrrious business (I know you have had Scottish history) I hope your wee suggestion about the morning'"s" term has been addressed. I prefer not to put the s on, & hope that it works better since I changed it to chill now.. the crows complaining about "the morning chill". Thanks for that little bit of spotting my wonderful Ann xxx Anni ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ "...We ask ourselves, who am I to be brilliant, gorgeous, talented, and fabulous? Actually, who are you not to be? ... Your playing small doesn't serve the world..."
Edevold

Edevold

17 years 1 month ago

Nice!!

nice poem!! I love the title. Your display of adaptability (to the dictated form) impressed me also, (after I read the contest rules)
Cloudthings

Cloudthings

17 years 1 month ago

Hi Edevold, thank you. Have you had a go? I hope so, will go & l

Hi Edevold, thank you. Yes it was a bit of a challenge, I am also feeling very unwell today (a 24 hr bug I hope) & that made it harder actually... I was being a little slack with it really, but it has ended up being a really interesting exercise, I've enjoyed the feedback in terms of the critiqueing & no one is letting me get away with laziness which is good. So you read the contest rules, have you had a go? I hope so, will go & look now, have not read from you in quite a while. Cheers Anni ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ "...We ask ourselves, who am I to be brilliant, gorgeous, talented, and fabulous? Actually, who are you not to be? ... Your playing small doesn't serve the world..."
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bjp

17 years 1 month ago

Dear Cloudthings,

Well, look at you! Aren't you blossoming as a wordsmith. And you have put up a new picture which is delightful. I want to say that I am very proud except that is so presumptuous a thing to say. You have taken the narrative that inhabits your person and your notes and put it into poetry. Bravo! bjp
Cloudthings

Cloudthings

17 years 1 month ago

Thank you so much for taking the time & being so encouraging

Hi bjp. Thank you so much for taking the time & being so encouraging here. I'm glad to have pleased you & I confess to some confusion - In truth I scribbled this without much care (after receiving the email that no one had risen to the challenge of the competition) & have been wonderfully brought to task over such slack deliverence. It was outside of my usual wayward "I do it the way it comes out & it's fine that way" comfort zone, so I was challenged. To have a structured rhythm withOUT the rhyme was more tricky than I had thought it might be. Still without such constraints I do actually think I have written far better poetry, but then it is a taste thing. Ah, but I do apreciate your encouragement, & don't mean to sound arrogant or rude... More than anything I would love to know what you mean about taking "the narrative that inhabits your person and your notes and put it into poetry", is this a departure from what you have read of me before do you think? I feel a little anxious that I might not have been doing this until now then in your opinion... not that it matters, I am more than willing to learn from this. For me this work is not smoothly me, it is clumsy because it was not a fluid write, I had to stop & count the syllables & fit things around each other & change the flow of what came to mind to suit the criteria of the poem, where normally I just write & it comes out & I rarely stop until the end, only occassionally going back to change anything. In this regard, I do think it is a good exercise (I wish to learn more precision), but I don't feel it is one of my better writes. In any case I am pleased that you feel a connection at all & hope that I continue to be priviledged to have your critical eye on my work, I have a great deal of respect for your writing & feel honoured that you visit & leave feedback, & if you feel proud, I am all the more pleased since it indicates you feel involved & I would love that, since you HAVE indeed been instrumental in inspiring me greatly with my writing, though not this one. I must return to read the poem you suggested from Anasta Zia, I read one, but doubt it was that you referred to, It was a journey though, that read, I love that! ta again ~ Anni ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ "Occasionally in life there are those moments of unutterable fulfilment which cannot be completely explained by those symbols called words. Their meanings can only be artic
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bjp

17 years 1 month ago

Dear Cloudthings,

I will start here. I should have written a response to your questions a while back, but now will do. This poem contains a germ of a better style. That is because, in this poem you abandoned rhyme. As I have written elsewhere, I decided many years ago that rhyme was too cute to be beautiful; too easy; too sticky sweet, as if to ease the medicine of poetry into the beholder, rather than seduce the searching eye with the blush of creative truth. To pursue rhyme is a little like trying to paint a Picasso 100 years after Picasso did it: there is not much creative merit to the task. And here is the kicker: you have a naturally poetic writing style. You write with a compulsive "I have to get everything out NOW!" method that, while somewhat overwhelming (probably for you as much as anyone), is a gold mine of poetic ideas. Then, you sit down to write a poem and try to become William Wordsworth (7 April 1770 – 23 April 1850) instead of you. Why? Listen to these lines: Season atrophies, I wonder as my own year looms will Autumn fade me. Would this line be better if you could find something to rhyme with "atrophies"? Can you find something that does rhyme with "atrophies"? And if you can, why would you want to be limited to those choices? Don't you end up throwing out every word for which you fail to find a rhyming mate? Why? (I don't really need answers to these questions; the questions are just for you.) Someone once wrote this comment to me: "I ramble, ... let ...words float around us ...picking up whatever expression on the way, we birth them raw, fecund, not so much ripe as constantly pregnant with possibility..." Why didn't you rhyme when you wrote that? Wouldn't it be better with a rhyme? That is a rhetorical question, for the answer is surely: No! How long will you take to see the value in your own style? How long will you search the bone-yards for some bleached style in the hope that it will dust some dead grandeur into you? How long will "nice" and "cute" be enough? IN THIS POEM YOU FORCE YOURSELF TO FLIRT WITH YOU, YOU, YOU. WHICH LEADS ME TO SIT UP AND NOTICE, WONDERING IF IT IS ALL A TEASE, BEFORE YOU FOLD FROM THE BOLDNESS (AND THE HARD WORK) AND GO TO GLOVE YOURSELF IN SOMEONE ELSE'S DRY SKIN (AGAIN). I delayed writing because the answers are tough and a little rough (oops! Dam that's cute!). They are good answers all the same. And you were right to ask. You have asked other questions which I will respond to in due course. adieu, bjp
Jonathan Moore

Jonathan Moore

17 years 1 month ago

Opinions and accusations

We must be careful, when critiquing, that we do not let our opinions of the worst of a style become an accusation against all aspects of a style. To whit: "As I have written elsewhere, I decided many years ago that rhyme was too cute to be beautiful; too easy; too sticky sweet, as if to ease the medicine of poetry into the beholder, rather than seduce the searching eye with the blush of creative truth. To pursue rhyme is a little like trying to paint a Picasso 100 years after Picasso did it: there is not much creative merit to the task." While you may have decided for you that rhyme did not work, your decision and conclusion does not make all rhyme bad just as my use of trochaic or iambic tetrameter does not make all implementations of it good. Each poem must be reviewed and judged on it's own merit, much like we should do with people. To state that all rhyme is bad is, honestly, an arrogant assumption of knowledge you do not possess. I've seen rhyme that is so bad, so juvenile, so painful to read that one might be tempted to avoid it altogether. Of course, the same thing goes for free-verse, for blank verse, for haiku, and any other style of poetry. We must be careful that our preference of style or writing or consumption do not blind us to the basic fact that not everyone realises that strawberries are a vile fruit. The point being that I despise the taste of strawberries thus, since I am a reasonable and accomplished person, it must be the fault of strawberries and thus anyone who finds any sort of pleasure in strawberries is really just a pedantic moron who does not appreciate the finer and better things in life. Hmmm. Stated that way I look like an arrogant twit. Perhaps I am, or perhaps I just let my personal taste assume too central a role in my judgment of others and their personal tastes. What can happen now is a war of opinion. We can both trot out examples that prove our opinion is right. Well, that's not true; you can do so but I do not argue opinion, just opinion presented as fact. And that is what is going on here, you have an opinion, valid for you, and you have made the error of stating it as fact. --Jonathan Annoying the world, one person at a time (Group discounts available)
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bjp

17 years 1 month ago

Dear Jonathan,

I look forward to your rhyming reply. Ok, I'm an arrogant twit. You win. Lets let everyone write what they will and never really care to go out on limb for them. Lets always be nice but only to protect our own necks. This is after all a social club, where a kind of banal popularity is of highest account, not about learning poetry skills. Unfortunately, typical compliments are designed for the befit of the complimentor while truer compliments are connected to risk of rejection. Thus, comes the notion of sycophancy. So, name calling becomes a compliment. You tell me that I am worth your time to combat. That my "arrogance" makes a "justifiable" target and picking a fight is an exciting challenge, especially when the weak ground of my "arrogance" offers an apparent advantage. (Now you can contradict this too.) Perhaps sadly, the world is not just an opinion. But the whole opinion/fact dichotomy is a existential sideshow. Let Anni answer for herself why she uses a different poetic voice when her usual voice is fragrant, available and oh so ripe. But there now, I have complimented you. For this neo-pot does need some stirring and you are doing it well, at the risk of being skewered. I know the feeling. regards, bjp
Jonathan Moore

Jonathan Moore

17 years 1 month ago

You've missed the point

And Anni answered for herself but my commentary was general, as your accusations were so it is rather disingenuous to pretend otherwise. "I look forward to your rhyming reply. Ok, I’m an arrogant twit. You win. Lets let everyone write what they will and never really care to go out on limb for them. Lets always be nice but only to protect our own necks. This is after all a social club, where a kind of banal popularity is of highest account, not about learning poetry skills." You obviously have never read any of my critiques. I'd suggest you review a bit of how I comment, what I write, and my general stances, all available here, before you add ignorance to arrogance. That's just a suggestion, of course, you are free to misrepresent my stances any way that may make you feel better. Fact is not affected, of course, but at least you may feel good about it. But you do bring up one point which you subsequently violate. Specifically, "everyone write what they will . . ." and that's exactly what you are doing. You have decreed a whole section of poetry as beneath you when it may just be that your do not possess the skill to be competent in it. Personally, I write in many different forms, depending on the topic, the intent, the desired outcome, and my mood. I see you write only in free verse on this site. Hey, I won't speculate why you do not operate outside of your comfort zone, and attempt to grow as a poet and write competently in other forms, that's really your personal choice. --Jonathan Annoying the world, one person at a time (Group discounts available)
Jonathan Moore

Jonathan Moore

17 years 1 month ago

Discussion moved

As this discussion is beyond the scope of commentary and critique on the poem with which it is associated, I have replicated it in the forums where the points can be discussed more readily. http://www.neopoet.com/forum/21697 --Jonathan Annoying the world, one person at a time (Group discounts available)
Cloudthings

Cloudthings

17 years 1 month ago

I hope this is not uncomfortable for you, it isn't for me

bjp, I wish I had got here before Jonathon, though I do agree with him, I now feel like I am hiding behind his apron. I would have said the same regarding opinion & how you have actually presented yours as if it is the only acceptable way (almost suggesting that rhyme has no validity because that's what you have decided), however I did indicate I was happy to be "knocked on my back" & I think you have had a good shot at that with this very sharp & somewhat scathing crit. though I don't expect you actually meant to be hurtful or damaging (I do think it is lucky you chose me in this regard, I feel maybe some would not be so able to let it roll so easilly, or feel a little crushed by it). I can see why you might suggest some of these things, despite the opinion issue, & I have to say there is something about your harsh discrimination that has always been both scary & magnetising at the same time, partly because I would not always have been able to stand in your space & feel my own opinion had any worth, but as it happens (& as I alluded to in the very first connection I made with you) I feel quite comfortable with whatever you say, that doesn't mean I agree. I find it odd though that you seemed initially to be saying you liked the work & were proud of me, & this seems to have a very different angle? I will say this in my defense, though I don't feel particularly in need of defense as such, I am predominently a song writer, that's what I have done essentially for many years & generally songs work better in rhyme, though there have been a few that don't & I have also written many a piece that does not rhyme. All of that is habit more than anything & I am here to expand my expressive abilities so I am happy to try less comfortable or accustomed styles, & to explore the styles & opinion od others, including yours which I do feel have much to offer or I would never have made those comments in the first place. As for rhyming with the line you pointed out, I probably wouldn't rhyme with it, I have an entirely different view of poetry to you in that regard, I love the challenge of working the words & the rhymes, the rhythms & flow of the lines... I would (as example to answer your question) work the stanza something like... "Season atrophies, I wonder as my own year looms will Autumn fade me will greying winter find me too slowly losing tension from these cells that made me" ...in order to make it rhyme & if that word trned up in a rhyming line I might keep it & move it position for exampe... I know your questions were rhetorical, but I feel it is fare for me to answer them, if not for you, then for anyone else that mmight read this so they are reasssured that there are answers to those questions you put there. There are people here who rhyme far more smoothly & eloquently than me, & those who express in a similar way without using rhyme at all, I admire all of these styles, as I admire your work, as you know, I know there are those who prefer various styles, it IS important to remember these ARE just opinions, that way we are able to explore these & learn more, which is my desire. You remind me I wrote this to you I assume... “I ramble, … let …words float around us …picking up whatever expression on the way, we birth them raw, fecund, not so much ripe as constantly pregnant with possibility…” then you ask.. "Why didn’t you rhyme when you wrote that? Wouldn’t it be better with a rhyme? That is a rhetorical question, for the answer is surely: No!" In MY opinion, what is BETTER is in the eye of the beholder to be totally cleche' (I'm sure you dislike that sorry) & I might have rhymed it, I just don't always. I might write “I ramble, … let …words float around us …picking up whatever expression that has found us, we birth them raw, fecund, pregnant with possibility not so much ripe as full rotund I am being flippant now & cheap with something that deserves more respect, just to prove a point I suppose, it matters not, except that I do want to show up that rhyme is no better or worse than non rhymed poetry. I am more in the habit of rhyning, but often write without it too. I am interested in your upper case comment, maybe I have not posted variety enough on this sight for you to see the different aspects of my writing, it's true, I don't like writing "me, me, me" (YOU YOU YOU) oriented works so blatently, but I am fully aware that much of what I write, (or any of us) contain that at some level, I am not sure what you mean by "gloving myself in someone elses dry skin", I could take offense at that, but there is no point, better to enquire as to what it means from you rather than guess & come up with something offensive. The skin I wear is my own though, although perhaps you notice that I do like to shine the light on others if I can, ultimately that makes ME happy so there is a cycle. Anyway, I do think this write was a bit of a throw away, I am not perturbed if you think less of it, I was trying soemthing new, I learned some things, partly from this very interaction, & as always I am grateful for that. I will (I think as a result of this little dance we have done here) try on my writing that is less rhyming, you are the 2nd person to mention it recently, it is worthy of developing so thank you. & thanks also for taking the time here anyway. I hope this is not uncomfortable for you, it isn't for me, I still welcome your comments as ever, though you may feel I am less grateful, I'm not. Cheers .~ Anni ~~~ "Love has no desire but to fulfill itself. To melt and be like a running brook that sings its melody to the night. To wake at dawn with a winged heart and give thanks for another day of loving". ~Kahlil Gibran
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pinksheep

17 years 1 month ago

'Harsh

their accusations to the morning chill and gloom'-a very bewitching line-
Cloudthings

Cloudthings

17 years 1 month ago

Ta, it was a tweeked line,

Ta, it was a tweeked line, I'm glad I went back to it ~ Anni ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ "Occasionally in life there are those moments of unutterable fulfilment which cannot be completely explained by those symbols called words. Their meanings can only be artic
Barbara Writes

Barbara Writes

17 years 1 month ago

Great Poem

~~~~~~~~~ Be whoever you are At all times, and Remember that Because of this, people will Always Respect, and Admire you ©2008Leonard Respectfully Yours, Barbara
Cloudthings

Cloudthings

17 years 1 month ago

Thanks

Thanks Barb Cheers ~ Anni ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ "Occasionally in life there are those moments of unutterable fulfilment which cannot be completely explained by those symbols called words. Their meanings can only be artic
Cloudthings

Cloudthings

16 years 11 months ago

Hi Janice, I had somehow missed quite a few comments here

Hi Janice, I had somehow missed quite a few comments here. Your words & support are lovely, thank you. Cheers, hope you are feeling better too my friend~ Anni ~~~ "So often is the virgin sheet of paper more real than what one has to say, and so often one regrets having marred it." ~Harold Acton, Memoirs of an Aesthete, 1948
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iverhyck

17 years ago

Reply

Dear Anna, it was very interesting to read your description of autumn as I live in the country with seasons which come and go so suddenly that we can't notice what we watch (but all of them are very-very-very different). Konstantin.
Cloudthings

Cloudthings

16 years 11 months ago

it is now winter so it has been a while since you left this comm

Thank you Konstantin, I shall have to go & look at which country that is again. I apologise, I don't know how I missed these 3 comments, it is now winter so it has been a while since you left this comment, forgive me. I hope you are warm & loving your summer (I assume) Cheers~ Anni ~~~ "So often is the virgin sheet of paper more real than what one has to say, and so often one regrets having marred it." ~Harold Acton, Memoirs of an Aesthete, 1948
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paparazii

16 years 11 months ago

Great one Cloudthings, a

Great one Cloudthings, a good read and a write that took me in divine essence of nature. Best regards Ephy
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pinksheep

16 years 11 months ago

I read

this poem awhile ago and did not write a comment because I could not think of what to say to match the integrity of this poem, it is exceptional-I write now simply because you had the decency to write a comment to me, thank you- i was first attracted to read this simply by its title which reads to me like a jazz number such as something like Moonlight in Vermont, that is catchy also-you say also in your comment to me that the moon is hidden, that sounds like it could be something from a Puccini aria, though I know they are your words-Regards